The way someone up north would be looking forward to spring, we long for winter.

Once the days of sandy toes and sunkissed cheeks are gone, much the way someone with straight hair wishes for curls, we can think of nothing but the white winter we know will never arrive.

There's just something about sweating in a pair of shorts and a tank top in December that doesn't feel right. So when the slightest chill comes along, we head outside and breathe in the crisp cool air, play in the leaves, and don our hats and jackets wishing everyday felt this way.